Time, that was all Mirah needed to come around, I believed.
Despite my efforts, her mood remained sour, very displeased by my revelation, and in the end, I had to let her be.
Stepping out of a taxi, I came before St John's Hospital once more.
I didn't want to think, but I couldn't run away from the truth forever.
Echo!!
All was well within the building and vicinity, except I found Nadia spying on me from the building behind, using binoculars to watch me.
I stepped into the hospital, but this time, rather than go up like I had done before, I took a seat in the lobby.
Several hours had passed; it was now the dark of the next morning, and Wanda's body had been moved from the hospital ward to the morgue.
I sat in the lobby for up to 10 minutes before Nadia showed up.
She no longer wore the beigey coat she had on last time because of her flu.
She had on long black pants, something I wasn't used to seeing her wearing, had on a purple shirt, and tied her hair in a bun.
